B..bbb…Botox???
I recently went to my dermatologist to find a fix for some mild bumpies on my jawline that haven’t really gone away since they popped up during pregnancy. My little man is nearly three months old now, I figured it was time to banish the blemishes and I hoped to get the “good stuff” prescriptions that I was not able to take while preggy. Alas, I cannot have them while nursing either, so I will wait, and continue using the approved cream to prevent more extensive imperfections from appearing while my hormones go nutso and try to find balance after giving birth.
I decided to go ahead and ask about a few lines on my forehead that have bothered me a bit recently. They’re definitely full on lines when I wrinkly my forehead or raise my eyebrows, but there are faint traces of said lines when I am making no expression at all. The good news, the doc told me, is that they are not caused by aging or by sun damage *YAY*…the bad news is that they are caused by muscle movement and repetition and the only remedy now or later is….BOTOX. I stared at her. She looked right back at my stricken face. I was mildly panicked. I don’t really have an issue with Botox if that’s what makes a woman happy and makes her feel better about herself, but I had never in my mind applied that thought to myself. I mean, I JUST turned 30 in August!!! Me…Botoxed?!?!?! I scrambled to find my mental function again and told her I was hoping she could laser them off or acid peel my face or something. No, she explained calmly – those are options for aging and sun damage, which I am thankful I don’t have to deal with now.
I said okie dokie and left with my cream prescription, still puzzling the surprise B-word that came up at my appointment. I guess I always thought Botox was for older women with major grooves etched on their faces. I can’t define my idea of older, but I am not my definition of “older“…in my head I probably never will be, right? So for now I have my fine fine lines, that no one but be would probably give a second glance or even notice at all. I’ll keep thinking, and exploring the option for when I’m a little more mature…another 10-15 years from now. But for now, my lines are my lines and they don’t bother be enough to Botox myself at the age of 30. I’d rather have the ability to control my facial expressions and deal with the little tiny lines, than get Botox and maybe end up looking like her:
For now I will say cheers to aging, y’all!
